163c. My days are gliding swiftly by

1 My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as the fly!
Those hours of toil and danger.

Refrain:
For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over,
And just before the Shining Shore,
We may almost discover.

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our distant home discerning:
Our absent Lord has left us word.
Let every lamp be burning. [Refrain]

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest naught can molest.
Where golden harps are ringing. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: My days are gliding swiftly by
Refrain First Line: For O, we stand on Jordan's strand
Language: English
Publication Date: 1875
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